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Prison Faith Poems | Prison Poems About Faith
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Patrick lived in Great Britain, his wick,
But when he was sixteen and quick,
Was captured by pirates horrible,
Taken to Ireland adorable,
Where he found god, his walking stick.
Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
Everybody is in a terrible condition and Jesus is the only antigen, everyday.
Nobody that is in this Parable can avoid sins infection but realize now Jesus destroyes sins pathogen. That makes the Lord the opposite of noday.
Somebody will learn that the Lord makes the unbearable, bearable. Sin has one affection and that will always be insurrection. Jesus taught the true Catalan, through that we know we are his cabochon. Take heart because Jesus will use his Javelin, someday.
Anybody can embody the words of the Lord. The Lord plants all seeds, that makes you wearable, tell me what is comparable when you hear something that is beyond incredible. He gives us our Direction, he takes away the disconnection. With the Lord's correction and disinfection by his resurrection the lord gave us every protection. Jesus equals submission forgiveness and love it's not about being masculine the Lord makes us examine and reexamine every ademption. When you contemplate on the beginning you will understand, Jesus created the laminin. Remember Jesus is your protector anyday.
Copyright © David Waldrop | Year Posted 2016
I reached out for the songs
you gave the sons of men
They said it heresy
and wouldn’t let me in
They were the raging valiant men of old
and no such women were I have been told
They filled the world
with their deeds and desire
And the women were decoration
for their hearth and fire
The curse of domination and pain
And how I rail against this refrain
how am I less to receive heavens song
not allowed to dance among the throng
Why should my countenance be cast down
and upon my heresy you frown
Can a woman walk with God
walk the path the ancients trod
Live a life that people laud
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2014
I do not know?
Catharsis by Evan Sachs
When your heart’s passed the hard part
And made it to the sweet spot
When you beat the box
When you’ve lifted the unliftable rock and been uplifted
The gift you’ve been gifted is called beneficence by the faithful
Far from hateful
It’s being able to breathe…finally!
Well…you feel a touch
It’s much. much. much. much…
It might even be All.
Copyright © Evan Sachs | Year Posted 2016
I still stand
Have a chance
Mike in my hand
Bolts metaphorically hating
Royalties with no moves
To get a sail
Back down river bends and boats
Seattle with no coasts
Trailing door knobs without a turn
Tripped Sun burn
Fake paced with properties
State faced moralities
Given sentence no warning
Handcuffs taken to another case
Back at it again
Copyright © Elisheba Yahudah | Year Posted 2016
I do not know?
OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF-NativePen 004
TIME OF THOUGHT:3:00PM
DATE OF THOUGHT:24:12:2008
Tall wall surround me
Several attempt seems impossible
It’s just too tall to climb
Ever pointed gun at the walls
By the men in uniform
Oh all eyes on me
Oh when will I see the walls behind
I have spent my days dreaming
None of these in the least
Oh sweet home I crave for
When will I have it back?
The God given choice of life
Nothing is more parampount to it
My thought is always of home.
Uniform all through days
My voice comes from no where
But behind a shut iron door with its wall like the tower of babel
My sunlight for each day strugles through a rat hole window
Yet i now cherished the beauties of the night
While I now see it faintly
Oh freedom my thirst
I would turne the hand of the seasons
For I know the days is fast approaching
The day I will step into the buzzling world
The real world
No matter my offence
I will one day go a free man.
I know a king is about to reign
I shall obtain His favour
And I shall be freed.
Copyright © Ogunlabi Olajide | Year Posted 2017
I was in prison
and you never came.
Years and years
everyday the same.
Moaning in torment
through each endless night.
Alone in my misery
no hope in sight.
I opened my heart
and Jesus came in.
Freed me from torment
forgave all my sin.
Gave me new life
a new song to sing.
Just ask for forgiveness
and new life He'll bring.
Copyright © Lary Houston | Year Posted 2012